| Sweet little deceiver you couldn’t believe her
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| So you never listened to things that she said
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| You don’t have to fool her 'cause she ain’t got a thing in her head
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| If you don’t remind her you’ll probably find her misled
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| I was alone when I crossed Arizona
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| The sun was beatin' inside of my brain
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| I stood with my thumb out
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| And thought of goin' insane
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| Then she pulled to the side and I found myself ridin' again
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| She’s gone looking for another
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| You’ve got to make it past the gaze of her mother
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| Don’t try to leave child, cause it’s alright
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| She won’t turn you loose till she’s done
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| Anonymous calling to see if you’re already taken
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| For Friday or Saturday night
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| Just me and a friend and somebody to turn out the light
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| It’s only a few, don’t you know we’ll be doin' all right
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| Big mama come down to the south side of town
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| To partake in a mutual meeting of friends
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| You know that it’s cool
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| You know that she never pretends
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| She’ll always pull through
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| And give it to you in the end |